User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20150528004124/@comment-3135907-20150719060903

Ollo sat, frozen, on the cold stone floor, having scrambled hastily away from the body of Bannel. He frantically wiped the blood from off his paws. Blood.

The otter felt light-headed. Sick. He wanted to scream, to shout, to give chase to Bannel's slayer.

But he couldn't. To his horror, he found he couldn't move his legs or arms, and his vision was foggy. The blood.

'''Of course. But why now? I need to move...stop Stephan...traitor...''' The otter passed out.

Bannel's spasmodic jerking and coughing ceased, and Venna slowly stood up, trembling. "Is he...he...?"